Ah, the good old days. Back when muscle cars were hip and we could drive somewhere to eat as much ice cream as we wanted (before we knew it was bad for us), listening to great music.
A sweet ride!
But it tastes so good!
Listening to some great music while reminiscing
Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgia
I shop at all the “fine” fashion houses of south Austin: Costco, Sam’s Club, Academy Sports + Outdoors, Cabela’s, Bass Pro Shops. (The last two are actually south of south Austin: Buda and San Antonio, respectively.) Recently I branched out and while on a day-trip, bought a clothing article from the Wildseed Farms in Fredericksburg, Texas. Just one wild and crazy fashionista, eh?
The days of schlepping through the mall, store after store, for an entire day are long gone. I can’t even remember them, they are so long gone. Convenience is the main consideration when it comes to clothes shopping, now. I’d buy shirts from my local grocery store, HEB, but they never have anything in my size. (Fortunately for me, probably.)
Imagine my surprise when I discovered a dress I used to own was in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York! Turns out my dress was designed by Yves Saint Laurent for the fall/winter collection of 1965-1966.
Yves Saint Laurent dress at the Metropolitan Museum of Art
I came across “my” dress on the museum’s Artwork of the Day selection and recognized it immediately. I can still remember seeing the dress in the store all those years ago. But really, a designer dress in my closet?
No. Not then, not now, and shall I say, not ever. I have nothing against designer clothes, of course, except for the prices.
I also vaguely remember the time frame when I bought the dress: 1970 or 1971. As the dress was designed in 1965, it seems to have taken a few years for knockoffs to make it to my neighborhood store in El Paso. This dress may be the only proof that I was ever fashionable, even though by the time I wore it, I was fashionably late.
You can do anything, but you can’t do everything. ~ David Allen
I updated my to-do list and separated the items into “one and done” and “on-going.”
Quilting cruise to Alaska? One and done. Watercolor painting? On-going. Visit Montreal, Quebec, Canada? One and done. Knot tying? On-going.
The list continues. Looking at it, it appears I think I’m going to live a couple of centuries. At the end of the summer, I’ll revisit my list and remove a few items, culling it down to a number I think I can manage to take care of in only 127 years (or so).
Nothing better than a friend who runs the Muddy Buddy competition with you. Thanks, Shelly! (I’m the one with the muddy mouth.)
Two Muddy Buddies, one really muddy
Here we are, just after crossing the finish line a few years ago.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable
A favorite activity of mine is to write letters and postcards. Over the years, I’ve discovered I have definite preferences for pens, paper and envelopes. For pens, a ball point works best for me; fine or extra fine point, in three or four different colors, of course. I like rollerball pens, but my handwriting gets just a little too free form and my hand has a tendency to zoom off the page when I least expect it. (Now that’s an odd phrase: “when I least expect it” as I’m never expecting it, whatever “it” is.)
Up and to the right
My handwriting has a tendency to go up on the right side of the page. It’s a strange looking letter that my friends and family would receive from me, with each line ending up at almost the same point, near the upper right hand corner. I’m sure that means something, handwriting-wise, but I’m not sure what. For years graph paper was my paper of choice, correcting this directional problem by providing me with horizontal and vertical structures. Eventually I created a document with only lines on it that I could use as a guide under regular writing paper. Over time I adjusted the spacing so that the lines fit my specific up-and-down looping letter sizes.
That takes care of my pen and paper needs, leaving me to search for envelopes. A long time ago, I found a couple of local paper product warehouses. I walked in and time slowed down for me: there were aisles and aisles of paper and envelopes of all different sizes, colors and weights. I was in heaven. When I emerged several hours later, I had a box of 250 A6 gray envelopes with a square flap (very important, that) and a ream of matching paper. I felt practically . . . stylish.
Zentangles go everywhere!
When I ran low on my gray envelope supplies, I decided to change colors and spent another couple of hours oohing and aahing over all the beautiful rainbow options. I ended up with Goldenrod paper and envelopes. Now when my letters arrived at their destination, the color would announce their arrival. Everyone would know they were getting a letter and not just junk mail. I also began to consider the backs of envelopes as art canvases and started decorating them. (Zentangles for everyone!) When I was about to run out of the Goldenrod envelopes, I tried to return to the paper warehouses where I had spent many a happy afternoon.
Gasp! They were gone! A combined effect of the economy tanking and growth of Internet shopping caused the large paper warehouses, the ones open to the public — to me — to disappear.
Zentangle Envelopes
I spent hours and hours searching online for my former envelope suppliers. I tracked down the headquarters for the last company where I bought my envelopes and called them to see if their warehouse in Houston was open to the public. Unfortunately, no. Rats!
I checked the local office supply stores for A6 envelopes. Yes, what colors? White. And more white. Occasionally an off-white. No baby blue, no sunflower, no pale green? No, no and no. Square flaps? No, again.
Looking online, I found several web sites selling A6 envelopes in lots of colors. But I couldn’t see them in person. I know that colors on one monitor may look different than an item’s actual color. Some had square flaps, some did not. Some were matte finish, some metallic, some cotton, some linen. But I couldn’t touch them. How was I supposed to decide?
Finally I caught onto the trail of stationery shops. I actually found one that stocked A6 envelopes with square flaps in different colors: The Paper Place. I showed up the following day. Even though it wasn’t a warehouse and didn’t have aisles and aisles of paper and envelopes, it had a decent selection for me to look at and touch.
Almost immediately I was drawn to the Colonial White Linen paper and envelopes. Now white is not usually my choice for envelopes, as it doesn’t particularly stand out in a pile of mail. However, I considered how well that off-white would show my art. Colonial White Linen it was, then, for my current paper and envelope choice. These were not sold by the box, so I left the shop with 25 envelopes and one pound of paper.
Can you tell I bought a protractor?
Do you know how long 25 envelopes lasts? Not very long, with me. Soon I was back at the shop, purchasing another 25. Hardly any time went by when I returned for a third time, as my envelope count was diminishing yet again.
Gasp! The envelope bin was empty. Oh, no! My precious A6 Colonial White Linen envelopes with a square flap! What could have happened?!
Wedding invitation month, that’s what happened. It was May and the saleswoman, after searching high and low as well as in the drawers and in the back, explained to me that these envelopes were very popular for wedding invitations.
Curses, foiled again!
Always unique
I left my name and phone number with a request for them to contact me when a new shipment arrived. As a stopgap measure, I bought 25 envelopes from another bin, in a slightly different shade of white, with speckles. I used them, but it just wasn’t the same. I was so happy when they called a couple weeks later with the news that they were holding my 25 envelopes for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I can rest easy now, knowing that I have a well-stocked supply of my precious envelopes. Tomorrow morning, I’ll set down to another envelope art session. And when I write my next letter, I’ll be able to choose its mailing counterpart. “The envelope, please.”
